To My Bosom Pal Poem by Godfrey AnguaMante

Sweet dreams to all,
Whoever wish they could have it
And night gleams which fall
Be made to charm all who despise it
My hope still breathes in a funny way
My heart grows fonder on a sunny day
For the friend I never knew you to be
Is what I see
That night under the royal palm tree
Where I stood where you couldn’t see me,
I vowed a solemn plea
That if I ever get to speak to thee.
I’ll glorify in joy eternally
And make you the angel you couldn’t be
For all I see and cannot see
Lives as wild as a rippling sea
surrounded by roses in harmony
for he who speaks is really he;
who cares and will ever be
there for you eternally
as the darling, the lover and sweetie
who you have or will never have
who you like and will never love
for like stars on earth
I see you dear, like pals from birth.